There are times when the baby just lies there and coos and laughs by himself. I would like to think (and hope) that he is seeing angels. And its not just me. Most mothers who see this or even non-mommies they also say the same. This goes to show our need to believe in existence of all good things. By believing we get hope. Through hope we get strength. And through strength we go on.
As we grow older we seldom sit and coo by ourself and we never laugh. Lets face it if we did, we would be labelled as nuts and committed faster than we can say I'm not crazy. The evil in us obscures our vision or maturity blurs it. Or we simply don't just lie there and stare into space.
Medically it is said its gas. My husband believes its the different spectrum of light and the development of retina interplays on the baby's vision making him see a kaleidoscope of colours thus making him smile. :) He is indeed very smart and a realist. But he also believes in the angel story. We all do.
Only if the angels would also put the baby to sleep occasionally all would be good.
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